The more I see of the less I'm inBut it's one of a dozen ways to make amends1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen, wo, wo

I know, I know more than I shouldBut there is no other way to make us look good1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen

But you could be a hero for the rest of your lifeThey need you, oh they need youTell that to their fathers who have tears in their eyesThey won't hear you('cause he's a dead giveaway by the look of his face)

Spill the blood of a sister, a direct commandAnd there is no heavier weight on the back of a man1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen

Black trees red sky, that's how we left the sceneryDon't ask me why, I don't give the ordersI go, I try, but I can't turn the men aroundI'm just one guy, I don't make the borders

But you could be a hero for the rest of your lifeThey need you, whoa they need youTell that to your father you're down on your kneesHe won't hear you, he won't hear you('cause he's a dead giveaway by the look of his face)

The more I see of the less I'm inBut it's one of a dozen ways to make amends1, 2, 3, 4, count the children, don't make me listen